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AWAKING IN NEW YORK.


By Maya Angelou

1928-2014

Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city
drags itself awake on
subway straps; and
I, an alarm, awake as a
rumour of war,
lie stretching into dawn,
unasked and unheeded.

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